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I brought you some supper but if you'd prefer a lecturerose_in_shadowJune 7 2011, 14:09:39 UTC
This... kinda got away from me. D:
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Sebastian woke with a pounding head and a mouth tasting like boiled socks. Where...? How...? Memory returned in a rush: sneaking from the monestary, drinking his bitterness away in a seedy pub, the smell of some prostitute's cheap perfume clogging his senses... He sat up, groaned, and leaned over, rubbing his aching head. Things were a little fuzzy. He remembered a fight... had he been in it? His arm was bandanged, so apparently yes.
A step outside his cell made him lift his head, wincing against the light as the door opened.
"I see you're awake," came the gentle voice of the Grand cleric.
Sebastian stiffened, his mother's rules ettiquite demanding that he rise in respect, but his legs seemed to be made of cotton. And he didn't feel like it. He didn't want to be here - had never wanted to be here. Perhaps the Grand cleric would kick him out of the Chantry if he was lucky...
"Have you come to preach at me?" he said, rubbing his eyes.
She stepped into the cell further, setting down a tray on the bedside table. "I brought you some supper but if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped... sin and hellfire... one has lepers."
Sebastian didn't reply. Elthina went to the window and opened it, letting fresh sweet air into the stale room. He felt a flash of embarrassment; he probably stank. She sat down beside him on the bed.
"How do you feel?"
Caught off guard, he answered. "Horrible."
Something like sympathy crossed her face. "Sebastian, I know you do not want to be here, but I see something in you. You could be so much more than what you are choosing and it pains me to see you waste your life like this."
He looked away. "At least it is the only thing left of mine to waste. Everything else I am has been given or taken away."
"Is it truly freedom to be enslaved as you are?"
"I'm not enslaved to anything! Or anyone! Especally not the Chantry." He said the last with a bite, intending it to sting, but Elthina simply looked sad and stood, smoothing her wrinkled hands over her robes.
"There will always be chains around us, child. Our freedom lies in how we view those chains: as shackles or as opportunity."
Re: I brought you some supper but if you'd prefer a lecturearysaniJune 7 2011, 14:33:06 UTC
<3 I love Elthina and those words were PERFECT to put in her mouth. I now ship Elthia/Book cross-fandom. Their combined wits would just make them the BEST couple ever. (And I can imagine them on a farm somewhere offering vagabonds hot meals and criticisms of their lifestyle in classy ways LOL)
Sigrun/Varric, first kissarysaniJune 7 2011, 14:40:17 UTC
Varric Tethras was nothing if not a smooth operator. He didn't need women (though he liked them plenty), he did need booze (it made his adjectives and adverbs come out to play), and an audience was paramount to the success of his craft.
However, this time he could've done without the booze and would really have preferred less of an audience, because tomorrow when everyone laughed it off, it would feel a little less real; chalked up to a dare, intoxication, and general revelry.
But he would remember it - the way it was quick and almost childish, the way she blushed afterwards and threatened to break someone's nose or knees if they ever brought it up again (that blush was visible even under the tattoos in the flickering light, which he had to admit were rather fearsome, but he was becoming fond of them anyhow), the way he had to clench his hand because there was a weird prickly feeling in his palm.
Her lips were chapped but plenty full, and he didn't really care, but the next morning when she was begging beeswax off Bethany, he smiled to himself.
Merrill's ChildhoodmalinearJune 7 2011, 15:34:48 UTC
not...quite what I'd started out for but it's what I got nonetheless.
“She’ll never get to be a normal child, ma vhenan. We won’t even get to watch her grow up, not with the arlathvhen two months away.”
“We have no other choice. We knew it was a risk, with my own magic, for our children to share the gift. And there are so few amongst the Dalish now that can bear the mantle of Keeper, not enough for all of the clans to have someone to lead them should something happen to their own. We can not be greedy when we have both Keeper and First here.”
“I know that you speak the truth, I had just hoped...she’s only four...”
“She will make us proud, emma sa’lath. She will learn earlier than most and she will help our people thrive. And her new clan will love her as much as we do. No one can resist our Merrill, our da'vhenan.”
Prompts (almost forgot!): -In memorium -not until the last star fades -"Yes, exactly."
Re: Sigrun/Varric, first kissarysaniJune 7 2011, 15:52:12 UTC
THEY ARE THE CUTEST THING EVER. Well, Sigrun/anyone is adorable, but the moment rose hinted at it, it has been my headcanon forever and always. THEIR SNARK WILL BE AN EPIC ROMANCE.
Oddly enough, it's the paperwork that does him in. Alistair's mind had no trouble focusing on the task at hand when it was the solemnity required for the Joinings he now performed, for sparring in the ring, or even for laughter and drinks in the mess in the evenings. It was when he was alone, in his office with the mounds of paperwork required for the arl of Amaranthine and Commander of the Grey that he remembers her; sometimes he thinks he smells her perfume and he jolts out of his seat, heart thudding, but there's never anything or anyone there.
He can picture her now almost as if she were standing before him. She'd rest her hands on his shoulders, tease him gently about being married to his desk, and if he insisted on working, she'd probably sit on the desk, right on the paper he was supposed to be looking at and she'd bat those eyes of hers, thread her fingers through his hair and--
A door out in the hallway bangs closed and he hears Oghren's drunken laughter. Quickly, he wipes his face and stands to poke the fireplace. Maybe he can claim that smoke got in his eyes.
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Sebastian woke with a pounding head and a mouth tasting like boiled socks. Where...? How...? Memory returned in a rush: sneaking from the monestary, drinking his bitterness away in a seedy pub, the smell of some prostitute's cheap perfume clogging his senses... He sat up, groaned, and leaned over, rubbing his aching head. Things were a little fuzzy. He remembered a fight... had he been in it? His arm was bandanged, so apparently yes.
A step outside his cell made him lift his head, wincing against the light as the door opened.
"I see you're awake," came the gentle voice of the Grand cleric.
Sebastian stiffened, his mother's rules ettiquite demanding that he rise in respect, but his legs seemed to be made of cotton. And he didn't feel like it. He didn't want to be here - had never wanted to be here. Perhaps the Grand cleric would kick him out of the Chantry if he was lucky...
"Have you come to preach at me?" he said, rubbing his eyes.
She stepped into the cell further, setting down a tray on the bedside table. "I brought you some supper but if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped... sin and hellfire... one has lepers."
Sebastian didn't reply. Elthina went to the window and opened it, letting fresh sweet air into the stale room. He felt a flash of embarrassment; he probably stank. She sat down beside him on the bed.
"How do you feel?"
Caught off guard, he answered. "Horrible."
Something like sympathy crossed her face. "Sebastian, I know you do not want to be here, but I see something in you. You could be so much more than what you are choosing and it pains me to see you waste your life like this."
He looked away. "At least it is the only thing left of mine to waste. Everything else I am has been given or taken away."
"Is it truly freedom to be enslaved as you are?"
"I'm not enslaved to anything! Or anyone! Especally not the Chantry." He said the last with a bite, intending it to sting, but Elthina simply looked sad and stood, smoothing her wrinkled hands over her robes.
"There will always be chains around us, child. Our freedom lies in how we view those chains: as shackles or as opportunity."
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Prompts:
1) Tell me I'm a fool
2) Sigrun/Varric, first kiss
3) Cullen/Macha, belief
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However, this time he could've done without the booze and would really have preferred less of an audience, because tomorrow when everyone laughed it off, it would feel a little less real; chalked up to a dare, intoxication, and general revelry.
But he would remember it - the way it was quick and almost childish, the way she blushed afterwards and threatened to break someone's nose or knees if they ever brought it up again (that blush was visible even under the tattoos in the flickering light, which he had to admit were rather fearsome, but he was becoming fond of them anyhow), the way he had to clench his hand because there was a weird prickly feeling in his palm.
Her lips were chapped but plenty full, and he didn't really care, but the next morning when she was begging beeswax off Bethany, he smiled to himself.
Prompts:
- Merrill's childhood
- paperwork
- fractions
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we could totally use this...
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we so could! you know when I write these two it's all in our AU anyway, I just try to make it vague enough for everyone else lol
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“She’ll never get to be a normal child, ma vhenan. We won’t even get to watch her grow up, not with the arlathvhen two months away.”
“We have no other choice. We knew it was a risk, with my own magic, for our children to share the gift. And there are so few amongst the Dalish now that can bear the mantle of Keeper, not enough for all of the clans to have someone to lead them should something happen to their own. We can not be greedy when we have both Keeper and First here.”
“I know that you speak the truth, I had just hoped...she’s only four...”
“She will make us proud, emma sa’lath. She will learn earlier than most and she will help our people thrive. And her new clan will love her as much as we do. No one can resist our Merrill, our da'vhenan.”
Prompts (almost forgot!):
-In memorium
-not until the last star fades
-"Yes, exactly."
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He can picture her now almost as if she were standing before him. She'd rest her hands on his shoulders, tease him gently about being married to his desk, and if he insisted on working, she'd probably sit on the desk, right on the paper he was supposed to be looking at and she'd bat those eyes of hers, thread her fingers through his hair and--
A door out in the hallway bangs closed and he hears Oghren's drunken laughter. Quickly, he wipes his face and stands to poke the fireplace. Maybe he can claim that smoke got in his eyes.
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Alistair ;___;
Mein Prompts:
+ The way you sing off key
+ No they can't take that away from me
+ The way you haunt my dreams
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